Summary

After the Nogitsune scenario, the Ghost riders' attack and everything else that just loves to attack Stiles, Lydia forces him to apply for the Google internship and with some push from his Dad, he surrendered. Then again, who could really resist Lydia when she wants something.

The only issue is that Lydia is mad at him for a prank he pulled on her, (he had everyone pretend he didn't exist like with the ghost riders, and it was a whole thing and Lydia was PISSED), so guess who gets to live under the assumed name Stuart Twombly, and while Scott thinks that's a step up from Stiles Stilinski, Stiles doesn't.

Once Stiles gets to the actual internship, Lydia punishes him further by replacing his usual wardrobe and stealing his contacts. Great. Then his life gets even better when his roommate isn't exactly a stranger. Of course, it had to be Derek-Motherfucking-Hale, the dickhead who abandoned them, and who Stiles may or may not still had a residual crush on.

As if this wasn't punishment enough, guess what god-like chiseled body ended up on his team. Yep, Stiles officially hates life.

Summary

Stiles and Scott have a nasty break, Scott blames Stiles. Stiles needs some space, time. Stiles feels broken down, he wants to be stronger. Stiles wants to find out what he can do to help his family and friends.

Summary

“Stiles, the boy who runs with wolves. Well be careful, boy, because wolves have sharp teeth and charming smiles. You never know when they’re just a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Look for the shifty eyes of a man desperately starved. Look for the sharp grin of a man amused. Look into the eyes of the man you love and tell me, honestly, that deep down you do not see the predator lurking within. So run with your wolves, Stiles, but don’t be surprised when your death comes by the teeth of your own love. Because it will come, and it will come soon. Humans that run with the wolves tend to get bit.”

Summary

The friendship between Scott and Stiles was never perfect. All of the Pack seemed to think so and Scott probably too, but Stiles could always see he wasn’t wanted. They never liked him. Never listened to him. And ever since Scott became a Werewolf, he was practically ignored. But Stiles managed and kept staying with them, because they were his friends, and oh yeah, his only friends.But then Theo came and Scott trusted the Chimera more than him. The fact that he (although accidently) killed someone, was bad at its own, but when Scott pushed him out of the Pack, something in Stiles broke.Why should he even talk to these people? They always made him feel weak, small and incompetent. But not anymore. He refused to let himself be dragged around like a rag doll.And when he got the chance to join a thousand-year-old fox demon… well he already lost all of his friends and probably his dad. What more could he lose? Besides… maybe Nogitsune wouldn’t treat him as an inconvenience. That would be nice.Huge thanks to Mailee for being my Beta Reader!

Summary

“fuck, Der I’m sorry” He says, reaching a hand out to touch Derek’s face. Slowly turning it back so that they can look each other in the eyes. Stiles touches his forehead to Derek’s, taking a shuddering breath. Derek’s eyes are closed and Stiles knows he’s trying to keep himself together for his boyfriend’s sake. The nightmares don’t just wreak havoc on Stiles’ sleeping pattern, they damage Derek in more ways than one.

This is set after the end of season 6, sometime in the not so far future. Derek and Stiles are living a good life after dealing with so much shit, but they can't escape everything. Nightmares are part of their everyday lives and Derek has a new idea on how to help. Fluffy post-nightmare comfort from your resident Sourwolf. Not beta read, all mistakes are mine.

Summary

It's been years since Stiles left Beacon Hills. He's got a job and a life away from the supernatural, but his past continues to haunt him. He's kept awake by nightmares and memories of those he lost. He puts on a good front when he visits home so no one knows the mess of a man he's become. He's coping, until one particularly bad night when he runs into the last person he ever wanted to see, Derek Hale.

Summary

Stiles threw his hands up in frustration. “Why can’t you just let me be?”

It knew that there was more to that question. They won. Why couldn’t It go away? Why? Stiles wrecked his mind with these questions, ever since he had first saw It after the whole stabbing incident. And yet, Nogitsune refused to leave.

The fox’s smile turned somewhat sad, almost as if It was pitying him.

“Because Stiles, this is all in your mind.”

(Not Beta'd yet, but I will soon post the edited version. Not a native speaker, but I'm trying.)

Summary

Derek is awoken in the middle of the night by someone pounding on his door. He opens it to find Stiles, smeared with blood and convinced that he's done something terrible. It's been a month since they trapped the Nogitsune, but it left something dark inside of Stiles. A stain on his soul. Derek and Stiles work together to figure out how to cope with visions of death and torture that plague him in his sleep. As always, there's more at play than meets the eye.

Summary

It was lacrosse try-outs, that was where Stiles saw him, where their eyes first brushed past and then flicked back to each other, locking on. It was that moment, when the world slowed to a crawl, when the volume hit zero and it was just him and Liam.

Please note that there is some/explicit sexual content between Stiles and Liam (Chapters 34, 55, 63, 73, 74, 100, and 121) in this story. Liam is 15/16, Stiles is 17.

Summary

Stiles stood there, stunned. The other two men in the room, Chris and Peter, stood there, stunned. Stiles’ throat seemed to be closing up, but he forced it open. Breathe, breathe, he told himself. He held up his wrist and watched as the two phrases on his arm slowly faded away. His mouth fell open even wider. He refocused on Chris and Peter, who were also staring at their wrists, watching their phrases disappear. Each man’s eyes were wide, even Peter’s, who wasn’t normally one to be surprised.

Well, this was going to be awkward.****

Stetopher soulmate AU in which Stiles, Peter, and Chris only find out they're soulmates when they're alone in a room together for the first time...

Summary

Stiles has taken a life, he has killed someone. It’s haunting him and choking him, and in his lowest point he calls the one person who could possibly understand. The one person who has always understood even the darkest parts of Stiles’ soul.

Stiles calls Derek back home.

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Beacon Hills is the same as when Derek left but the people that occupy this supernaturally diverse town aren't. This patchwork pack isn’t what it used to be. Stiles isn’t what he used to be. He’s been hollowed out and stripped clean.

If it’s the last thing he ever does Derek is going to bring some life back into Stiles’ eyes.

Summary

Prompt 56: “I can’t feel anything anymore.”--Saudade: A deep emotional state of nostalgic or profound melancholic longing for an absent something or someone that one loves. Moreover, it often carries a repressed knowledge that the object of longing might never return.--Stiles is Bitten.

Summary

Once upon a time, an Alpha werewolf, pregnant with her third child, unwittingly snubbed a powerful sorceress who was feeling petty that day by taking in her unruly, drunken demeanor, sighing, telling her to stop magicking the trees and flowers alive, and could she please call off the oversized dragonflies and the wyverns (thank the Gods it was wyverns, and not dragons, which would've been considerably bigger, harder to deal with, and much more fatal) and leave the Alpha's territory, thank you.

Unbeknownst to nearly everyone, the sorceress, meanly, cast a little curse the pregnant lady's way as she swanned off, and, in due time, the Alpha would give birth to a child who opened his eyes seeing color.

A romantic part of the mother worried, but, eventually, she realized it didn't really change much of anything, as her son lived and laughed and loved as sweetly and softly and kindly as anyone else, besides, she and her Mate quite liked having a child they could share the wonders of colors with.

And so it was that the little, seemingly harmless curse, went unnoticed.

[Or: In a world where you can't see color until you've touched your soulmate...]